This weekend was my first ever Manchester pride and I don’t think it will be the last, it was just so great.

I ate out with friends, I marched with friends, I drank with friends, I hugged and kissed friends, and all of the time I was head to toe in leather, and with the padlock from my old collar on my waistband.

I think I might be all walked out right now, but it was worth it.

Until next year …


I’ve actually been vaguely wondering about this for a while, should have asked earlier …

How can you describe a smell to someone who has no sense of smell? I’m specifically thinking about leather, and the general awesome intoxicating smell of a man.